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On Eating and Running in Circles: Javelina Jundred K Race Report

I did it! My goal this year was to finish the two races I’d DNF’d: my, “Year of Redemption”. In April I finished Zane Grey and this past Saturday I finished the Javelina Jundred K. So now I’m going to tell you all about my race. Yay!

My friend Becky agreed to crew and pace me, so we rode together to the race. As we were making our way towards Jeadquarters there were port-a-potties lacking lines! Score! I got the prerace movement out

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Photo Credit: Pete Chavez

of the way and then we continued to find our friends in the Jeadquarters crowd. We found the pop-ups and were greeted by Aimee who was there to crew Tomio who was running the 100 mile (he was already out on the course), and Pete and his friend Frankie. Soon enough it was time to make my way to the start.

I’ve heard a million race starts, and I know this course like the back of my hand thanks to living here for years and running here all summer (loop one 22 miles, all other loops washing machine 19.5 miles), so I didn’t really notice what was said. I lined up with the 226 other runners just telling myself “don’t go too fast”. My plan for the day was to maintain 12 minute miles for the first two loops, then just finish the third. I was a little concerned about the heat of the day, so I was wearing a long sleeved button-up white shirt. The purpose of this was to keep the sun off of me as much as I could (I was going to be tired enough without the extra drain of the sun), but also keep me warm while I was chilly in the morning, and cool during the heat. I’d actually never tried it before, so it was a shot in the dark. Aside from pace and heat concerns, I really just wanted to get going. The taper had been driving me insane and I was in dire need of a long run. I couldn’t wait!

Standing there, looking at all the other runners, the sunrise over the mountains, the Start/Finish line, I felt a sense of completeness. I remembered the day three years ago when I set out on this same race and how that day went. Poorly. Exceedingly poorly. I remembered the runner I was then, the friends who were there. I thought about what a different place I was in now and how strange that was. I’ve learned so much. I was ready to do this.

Jubilee counted us down and we were doing the race-start shuffle. Spectathletes were cheering as we rounded through Jeadquarters and headed out into the desert. The first two miles are on Shallmo Wash trail: note, this is not IN a wash (thankfully) but next to one. It’s a nice trail. As with any race start, we were all fairly bunched, but quickly began to string out. I worked really hard to keep my pace down, but I felt like I was crawling when I was in the 11’s, so I went with that. I kept my breathing slow, steady, easy. As runners passed me I forced myself to let them. I did pass a few runners at the beginning, but not many. Mostly I just focused on my groove. I had too far to go to blow it all in the first few miles.

Once we hit Pemberton the trail widened considerably and we were all able to run much more comfortably. I hadn’t really paid attention to how far the aid stations were (which is usually the first thing I do for any race), but I was pretty sure there was one a couple miles in. This was Coyote aid, manned by the Hashers. I was running with a full pack, as I’d decided to pretty much just carry whatever I’d want with me, mostly only stopping at the stations if I needed water. After running self-supported all summer, I somehow found it difficult to wrap my head around not carrying things with me. Coyote aid was just four miles in and I was completely fine. I was pleasantly surprised however to see a port-a-pottie… what?!?!? I toilet at a remote aid station??? I was elated. I was already in need of one and this was so much easier than the usual desert dart. After this quick pit stop on the outskirts of the aid station, I ran through, vowing to stop later for a quick Hasher pick me up (if you’re unfamiliar with the Hashers, they are a drinking club with a running problem, so this means alcohol).

I ran. Held my pace. Settled in around 11:30 and just trotted along. I felt someone drafting off of me, which irritates me. I don’t know why. I picked it up a bit and they held on.

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Photo Credit: Jon Christley

We got into Jackass Junction aid and my friend Jon was there to take a picture! This made me smile because during my first 50 mile race (the McDowell Mountain Frenzy), also at this park, he was at this same location, although at that race this aid station is called Granite Tank. Anyway, he took my picture then too. I confirmed with him that there was one more aid station on the course before Main, so I ran through. Because of this, I lost my draft. Finally.

The next 5-ish miles are all easy rolling downhill. I made myself keep the pace over 11 minute miles. It was HARD. This section is meant for flying. But I did it, and rolled into Rattesnake aid just as I needed more water. Perfect. Quick fill and I was out.

Next was Escondido, and this was the only time I would have to run it as the remaining loops were not on this trail. Starting on the north end, I like the first few miles of this trail as it just glides downhill and is pretty. Then you hit the southern end and blech. It’s exposed and as soon as the sun rises, it gets it full force, so it’s always hot. So I just pushed on through, continuing with the easy, light breathing. I chatted with a woman briefly about my Luna’s. She was very interested in them and what it was like running in them. I love my Luna’s. They are all I run in. My feet stay cool and can breathe and don’t feel suffocated and confined. They’re great.

Soon, Escondido was done. I looped into Jeadquarters and stopped at the pop-up for my lunch. I downed

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Photo Credit: Colleen Zato

most of a can of cold ravioli (SO DELICIOUS), and a baggie of blackberries (OMG), and a baggie of pears (all the nomz). My amazing friends took care of refilling my pack. I felt like I was being super high maintenance, “I need this and this, no, not that.” As I mentioned, I’m so used to being self-supported, it was strange to have help. I didn’t know what to do. But I so appreciated each of their faces. They were so amazing and so kind. I put on the socks I’d brought in case my feet started to need a little something, which they did, and I was set. Time to go.

On a side note, my friend Kathi made me try Hammer’s Recoverite. It’s a drink. It has shit in it that’s supposed to be all good for you. I don’t know. What I do know is that drinking it before, during, and after my long runs has made a HUGE difference. It might just be the forced hydration, but whatever, it works. I drank a full thing before (like 750mLs + two scoops of powder). Then on this stop I drank another 750mLs of it. I felt great.

I started out on loop two which headed out Cinch to Scenic trail (I would come back into Jeadquarters on Shallmo Wash). Cinch and Scenic are very gently uphill. Easy grade. I felt good, so I continued with my same easy breathing. I like greeting the other runners as we pass by each other. I usually say, “Good job” to everyone. Some say it back, or something similar. One guy was a dick and said I was showing off because I was running uphill. That pissed me off and I had many conversations with him in my head over the next bunch of miles. Maybe I should say thank you. The irritation gave me lots of creative imaginations to picture and I was entertained. 

Moving on, this loop was similar, just reverse of the first. The sun was now blazing in all its glory, but I felt very comfortable. The white shirt did its job superbly. In addition, I’d left the sleeves loose and unbuttoned, so the breeze blew up and cooled my arms. As the trail became a little steeper, I would walk for a few steps here and there before continuing running. Again, easy-easy. One guy I remember passed me and I saw him ahead of him for a while. He suddenly disappeared and I wasn’t sure if he’d stopped to poop or just taken off. I saw him later and he said something to me about me getting ahead of him, so he must’ve been off-trail.

Now it was warm. When I came into Jackass this time, my friend Andrew was there volunteering and refilled my water. The slider on the bladder was ridiculously stiff, so we struggled with that for a bit. I put some Squirrels Nut Butter on it in an attempt to lube it up. I don’t know that it helped, but it did make my fingers slimy. Eventually we got it and I was out.

Now I started to slowly pick people off. It was hot out for most people. I was in my element. I maintained my easy breathing and just ran. I still felt good. I got into Coyote where another friend (I think it was Jason???? Starting to get fuzzy….) refilled my water again. People were looking really overheated. I decided to try a cider from Angry Orchard that the Hashers had out. Yummy.

The last few miles back into Jeadquarters I vowed to run, but I was starting to feel pretty tired. Plus, a spot in my right quad was kind of aching. I finally just had to walk. I walked for maybe half a mile (note, I

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Photo Credit: Marie Feutrier

was now somewhere around 40 miles, so all distances I mention from here on out should be viewed through that lens) and then ran again. My friends Vincent and Marie were waiting as I ran into Jeadquarters to take pictures! They’d also snapped a bunch of other runners as well. (Marie is a professional photographer, you can connect with her on Facebook.)

This time when I came in, my husband and kids were there! I was super happy to see them. I wasn’t sure what time they would be by. When you’re the runner, you’re out and going and the time quickly slides by: not so if you’re a spectathlete. As the spectathlete you have a few minutes of frenzied excitement when your runner comes in as you get them all situated, but then they’re out for a bunch of hours and you’re waiting again. Not that this time is boring! If you plan it right, you have yourself a party and it’s great! It’s also really fun and inspiring to watch all the different runners with all their different stories and journeys that brought them to this moment, doing this thing. Anyway, my point was that it was encouraging that my family was there. Andy was asking me some question that I simply could not understand while I ate some Spaghettio’s (unfortunately these did not taste anywhere near as amazing as the ravioli’s had). He asked me repeatedly. I think he even reworded it. Still nothing. Ultra-brain had set in. I ate more blackberries, more pears, sweet potatoes, a potato, another Recoverite. Becky replenished my baby food fruit squeezy’s that I like to eat while I run. For some reason when I’m shopping for these I always think banana sounds so yummy, but then when I’m running it become revolting. So ixnay on anything with banana (it turns out something with peaches in it though was superb: just the right amount of sour). At some point I realized how much fruit I was eating. I love fruit. I live on it, good stuff, but this was a lot, even for me. This made me think about how much I was going to poop the next day, and this amused me.

As I got ready to set out on my last loop, Andy gave me a hug that really lifted my heart and stuck with me the entire rest of the race. In his voice I heard pride in me; that he believed in me. If you ask him he’d probably look confused at this sentiment and tell you he’d just farted and was relieved, but I’m going with he was proud of me.

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Photo Credit: Marie Feutrier

Becky and I set out together. From previous races, I knew that I have a tendency to get a little wacky after about 45 miles. I just get emotional, start crying, can’t hold myself together. I just needed her to be with me. She was so amazing. I’ve known Becky for years and we’ve run many adventures together. So many memories! We went all deep right away discussing life and work. She really helped me with something I’d been struggling with. Before I knew it we were in and out of Coyote (although before leaving Coyote, I got to say hi to my friend Mitzi. Her smile always lights up a race!).

I walked large chunks of the next section. I had lost a lot of my agility and this part has some rocks I was not maneuvering as I would have liked. It was a good rest. When I hit the back side, I picked it up again until I began to feel really incredibly NOT hungry. I know from past experience this is a precursor to badness and that I’m actually SUPER hungry. I needed to start putting food in me or I was going to get sick. I ate a Perpetuem tablet. These are strange little beasts, also by Hammer like the Recoverite. They are a chalky white hockey puck that you chew. When you chew them, they become sort of chewy as opposed to chalky. Super weird. They also apparently have good shit in them. I don’t know. What I do know is that this is what finally stayed down at Zane, and these little suckers take care of runner hunger like nobody’s business. Eating one of these was enough to get me solid again and I ran into Jackass where they were grilling burgers. BURGERS. I tried a vegan one because they didn’t have any meat ones and almost gagged. I like vegan burgers, but not right now. I think my friend Tim found and ripped me off a corner of a real burger and I took one bite and knew that was the stuff right there. It was so greasy and delicious. The grease really is what made it perfect.

I’d had the urge to cop a desert squat for a few miles, but I’d held off knowing there would be toilets at Jackass. Part of me was a little dismayed with myself (how soft are you? what is this, a marathon???) but mostly I was really happy and thankful for this nasty (I mean seriously, you’ve heard horror stories of how runners “feel” during a race, right? Now imagine all of that is compiled into one location.) place to park it for a few and not have to try to balance and avoid falling over off of tired quads and calves.

As Becky finished up at the aid station, I sat in the dirt for a little while. It felt good to sit there. The cross-legged position was a welcome shift in direction for my tired hips and butt. My friends Carly and Amy were there volunteering! They were both super busy, but Carly gave me a, “I survived Jackass Junction” bracelet (Jackass is an all-night part-ay, underline and drag out the “ay”) and Amy gave me huge hug and told me she was proud of me.

Becky and I set out again, now on the easiest stretch, downhill. But I was getting very tired. I ran until I was too tired and needed to walk for a minute, and then I ran again until I couldn’t anymore. Downhill felt great until I was tired of that and then I wanted uphill. Then uphill felt great until I was tired of that and wanted flat. At one point I saw a race marker with a reflector that was on a tree. I thought it was someone’s headlamp, so I said, “Good job.” I then realized what it was and that my head had started to go and laughed. That’s funny right there.

We did this running/walking down into Rattlesnake. I think I’d stopped telling people good job. I was tired and talking was too much. Thankfully Becky was still telling people good job. We got to Rattlesnake. I think I downed a coke. The volunteers were so nice and were saying, “No, wait, what do you need? What can we get you?” I don’t know exactly what I said, just that I knew I was close and needed to get to the finish line. I needed to MOVE.

The last four miles are kind of a dark blur. I just moved as fast as I could make myself go. Walk run walk run walk run. Turn onto Scenic. So close. Turn onto Cinch. Almost there. Music from the finish line. Pick it up. Glow in the sky from the finish line. Pick it up. Into the light of the finish line. Run with all you’ve got. Just a quarter mile left. Blow past Jeadquarters aid. Faster. Down the straight. Go faster. Round the bend. All the pop-ups. Faster. My people cheering me. NOW GO!!! On the toes, arms and legs a pumping blur, full open stretched out run. Shoot across the finish line. Done. Bend over for a few minutes. Don’t fall over. Upright. Where are the buckles? I need my buckle. 

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So that’s my JJK experience, although of course it doesn’t end there. Afterwards I hung out at the pop-up. I changed out of my wet clothes because I was starting to freeze. My friend Cam was there and leant me his puffy coat and got me a sparkling water. Adam, Chris, and Jonathan were there to tell me congratulations. I’m sure there are other friends I saw out there who helped me and talked to me helped me and my ultra-brain has forgotten. I’m sorry! I really appreciated every single person I saw! You made my race! 

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We made it! Photo Credit: … Uh… Aimee? I can’t remember! But on Becky’s phone!

I am especially thankful for my husband and family. My daughter came flying in to tell me she was having so much fun running around. My son told me he’d had a blast by staying at the DJ tent rather than greeting me (priorities people, come on- mom finishes races all the time. I don’t always get to DJ). Andy was there getting me everything I asked for, even going all the way over to the Freak Brother’s Pizza to find out about that for me. Aimee made sure I was comfortable and situated. Becky and I relayed our experience as we waited for Tomio to come in. I wanted to see him off on his final loop of his 100 miles. The one time I’d seen him on the course he’d looked really strong, and Aimee was able to track his location, he wasn’t far.

He came in solidly, sat down and everyone took care of him. Well, I didn’t. I was done moving. I applauded from across the pop-up. I was most impressed when, after he’d been all doctored and fed, he just stood right up out of the chair. Dude was 80 miles into the race, running like a beast, and stood up out of low-hanging camp chair like nothing. No hesitation, no testing tight muscles, just up and at ‘em! Nice!! After we cheered him off, it was time for me to go. I was cold and filthy. I wanted bed, food, a shower. All the things. Andy stayed right by my side all the way to the Jeep. I was wobbly and spent.

We got home and a shower won out first. I was really, really tired and really, really hungry. Tired won out, however I knew this meant I would wake up at some point absolutely ravenous… and I did. Two am? Three am? I walked out to the kitchen, then walked right back into the bedroom and told Andy he needed to get me food, it was unwise for me to be standing. I was too spent and too hungry and didn’t need to be getting woozy.

First I asked for a glass of milk. Then all the spaghetti. Then a glass of chocolate milk. I was still hungry, but felt like this would hold me over until morning. Morning came and Andy mentioned Filiberto’s breakfast burrito. I think a bit of my inner beast showed its face, like a light growl, just a bit of fang. He was out the door and back with Filiberto’s in no time.

It has now been nearly a week and I feel so incredibly good. Like ridiculously good. My hip didn’t act up once during the race and now feels mostly normal. My stiffness and soreness has been super minimal. I’ve definitely felt way worse. Apparently actually putting in a full training effort while knowing and listening to your body’s signs, plus a strong taper, is a good idea. Who knew? I am forcing myself to not run at all this week. It’s hard. I’m going crazy. After months of 40-70 miles/ week I crave it. I miss it. I need it. It’s life, it’s breathing. But it’s okay. Rest now to run much later.

Now the inevitable question, what’s next? I don’t know. This was my Year of Redemption. Finish the races I’d never finished. Prove to myself I can do this thing. It’s been a journey. I’ve learned a lot.

She looked at it and said, “It is good.”

Next? Well, as much as I don’t want to, I need to focus on school for the next few months, so no big races. My deep drive lately has been to get back into the wild. I love people, but I’ve been around people too much lately. Time to disappear. Time for quiet.

Time for adventures.

 

 

 

 

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Smelly Armchair Musings: I will try

“Child, finish what you started.”

I often speak to myself in this manner when I’m in a low spot while running. For some reason, it makes me feel a little better to encourage or nudge myself as if I’m a child: the adult in me is comforting the child in me. I’m pretty sure I don’t have spilt personality, but maybe….

Three years ago I started something big. After having run a few 50K’s, I decided it was time to run a bigger ultra: I signed up for the Javelina Jundred K. At the time, this race consisted of four washing machine loops on Pemberton Trail in McDowell Mountain Regional Park. I was cocky. I’d run this trail numerous times. It is a pretty clean trail, very few rocks, very little elevation change, wide as a highway. It really is a great location for a first ultra-distance. My first 50K and 50 miler were both there (the 50 miler took place after the event being described here). So, as any runner is wont to do, I began training and I trained through the summer. My training, however, was inappropriate for what I was tackling. In my cockiness, I didn’t recognize it at the time. I did the typical back-to-back long runs on the weekends, but they weren’t long enough. My overall weekly mileage was too low. I didn’t cross train to make up for this. The trails I trained on were inappropriate for the terrain I would be covering on race day. Race morning dawned, I took fun pictures with my friends before the start and then we started. I had one good loop, two terrible loops, and I quit.

“But”, I’ve said to myself, “your IT band was in BAD shape. You were limping and walking that entire third loop. You couldn’t have done another loop!” Really? I really couldn’t do another loop? I had all night long and part of the next day still for crying out loud! “It would have been unwise to continue.” Maybe, unlikely, but maybe. Now, three years later, it’s too late and I will never know for sure.

This is the one that got away. This was my first DNF. I was blogging at the time, but I didn’t blog about this. I was ashamed. Ashamed of what? Everyone DNF’s at some point, who cares? I cared. I didn’t finish what I’d set out to do. I went into it all arrogant and presumptuous. “Oh whatever, it’s just Pemberton, no big deal.” I was ashamed of my failure. Ashamed that I’d been so cocksure and failed. Ashamed that I didn’t finish.

Well, that race taught me everything. First and foremost, never, ever, EVER quit. The runner’s adage, “If the bone ain’t showin’, keep on goin’.” is a true statement, but I didn’t realize it until I did quit. I stopped because I didn’t want to go on. It was dark, my knee hurt, my pride was hurt, I was tired, I was emotional, I quit. This failure at JJK has driven me at races and difficult runs since. Now, I will make them pull me from the course, I will not quit.

“Child, finish what you started.”

When deciding what my running goals for 2017 would be, I decided I wanted, no, NEEDED to finish what I’d started. At the beginning of the year, I had attempted 3 distances that were 50+ miles. I’d DNF’d two out of three, and that was shitty. Failure hung over me. Nobody else cared about this, but I did. Was I actually capable? Could I do this? I didn’t see the point in signing up for other, new 50 mile or 100K distances if I couldn’t even finish the ones I’d already tried. I would try to finish what I’d started.

This lead me to put my name in for Zane Grey again, when I’d already decided I wouldn’t run that again anytime soon. I got in, and by the toenails on my feet I finished it. FINISHED IT! YES! It wasn’t pretty. In fact, it was ridiculously horrible (my pacer Amy told me recently that she was starting to get a little concerned towards the end when I began sort of singing quietly, all mumbly under my breath), but that’s ok, I made it! Okay, one goal down. Now on to the evil angel who haunts my dreams, Javelina Jundred K.

After a full month’s rest from Zane, I began training for JJK this week. I will be seeing a lot of Pemberton and the canal. Two places which rate fairly low (REALLY low) on my scale of desirable places to run (Where is the climbing? The technicality? I need mountains! Adventure!). The bright side though? They are not road, and they are fast. I’m hoping this translates into more time at home with my family, even though I’ll be running a ton, since I won’t need to be driving very far, and I can run a whole lot faster at either of those places than on any of my favorite trails. For instance, for my first long training run that took place this weekend, I did “Loop 2” of the race course, somewhere around 19 miles, in 3.5 hours (and it was hot, and I ran out of water, just sayin’). Nothing to write home about, but this same distance in the mountains would have taken me probably at least 5 hours, plus extra drive time. I got home in plenty of time to brag on Strava, shower, and go see Wonder Woman (I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MOVIE! I will be watching it at least 10 more times, probably way more! Strong, beautiful women, RAR!) with my family.

I will still be hopping up to the mountains. They hold my heart. I cannot stay away. But a significant portion of my time, and likely any blogs I get around to writing, will center around my “adventures” at Pemberton, or on the canal. It’s not the location that makes the adventure, it’s the person!

“Child, finish what you started.”

I will try: October 28, 2017

 

 

 

Smelly Armchair Musings: On Taking Time Off

We runners are an enthusiastic bunch, aren’t we? I say this as I sit comfortably smashed into my couch, on the tail end of 3 weeks? 4 weeks? Of not running.
What happened??????

  • IT Band Pain

A couple of months ago I participated in the Javelina Jundred K. If you follow this blog with any regularity you will realize that I did not write about this race- there is a reason for that. It was my very first attempt at the 100K distance, and it was my very first DNF (Did Not Finish). Right after the race I was not in a mental place that was conducive to blogging. And now it has been so long, it is highly unlikely I was get as far as effectively revisiting that event in cyberspace.

Anyway, my point is that at that race, I encountered horrible IT Band pain and had to stop. Since then, I have had twinges that sometimes become more than that. Overall there’s nothing major, just something there.  I have not had any issues with this in years, since switching to minimalist shoes in fact, and I don’t know what started it off now. Whatever, it sucks.

  • Life Happened

I discovered that I was not Wonder Woman, and that I can’t do everything. In the midst of selling my home and packing and moving and children, and holidays and EVERYTHING, I realized that I was tired and needed to stop. So I did.

  • Running Partner Sidelined

Right around the time Life was blowing up for me, my running partner needed a break to heal some of his nagging injuries. So…

I decided that for once, I was going to give myself permission to stop. It’s funny that I had to “give myself permission”, right? That’s part of why I said that we runners are enthusiastic; we can’t stop, we love what we do, and we do it until we physically can’t do it anymore. I know numerous people who are sidelined with various running-related injuries right now, and it sucks. I know; I’ve been sidelined before. Not being able to do what you love is excruciating. While these past few weeks have been hard for me, I know that I needed this down time, both physically and mentally. I needed everything around me to just stop. While that couldn’t happen completely, giving myself permission to relax and slow down really helped.

Update: I went for my first run of 2015 this morning. It was just 7.5 miles, but the trail I chose is a pretty good work out: lots of rocks to jump, and over 1,200 feet of climbing. Running felt good. Being out and moving in the desert was wonderful. I could tell I’d lost some fitness: the run took me way longer than it should have and I couldn’t run sections that I’ve been able to run in the past. Overall, though, I was happy, and most importantly, content. I know that the fitness will spring back.

When I opened my running calendar to record my miles for the day, I was surprised to see I didn’t have any “scheduled” training miles written in! I currently have a completely blank 2015 training calendar. While I don’t know if I’ll still be able to do all of the events I was planning on, I’m looking forward to filling in my calendar and planning out some epic runs… pain free I hope!